Youth Misunderstood
Loud, Ghetto, Ratchet
All words they use to describe US young blacks
THEY, being people who we call haters
But yet asks us for these favors
Proud, Powerful, and Strong
All words we should be called
But we’re just misunderstood, that’s all
They look at us and see all the negativity, but if they look inside, they’ll understand our creativity
We make mistakes but yet we get torn right back down
Hold each other up and make sure we don’t fall to the ground
Young people
Stand up
Tired of being misunderstood
Use your voice and be heard
Instead of being misjudged
Don’t just follow what you perceive
Be you and soon you will achieve
We are who we are
And proud to be
So you think you know the real
But you have no clue on how we deal
You see our image, but don’t know our story
You only see what you want to see
It’s ok, because we know who we are
We’re leaders
Leaders of TODAY
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